Naww FrenchFry has me reminiscing about our first kiss too. Not FrenchFry and I... my husband and I. Our first kiss happened at the club on the dance-floor. I was hooked. We kissed for hours. Then he lined up our first date. I admitted on the date that I was nervous (because apparently I'm smooth like that) and he replied by kissing me against his car. mreow.
Kissing and making-out with him, rocks. It happens often enough for the spark to be there, yet not so often that it becomes predictable. He makes me feel like a love-struck teenager.
Music belongs in a place with hearts beating and brains dreaming and people falling in love. - J.Buckley